Monica's Black Button up

Monica never did like me. Even after nearly a year of being friends, it was obvious she didn’t actually care. I’d get a pedicure with her, but I’m not going to eat shrimp in a movie theater with her. Either way, last time I was at her party, she said that I looked too thin. 
 
I don’t generally like it when people comment on my looks, even when it’s a complement. I know they usually mean well, and I’m just crazy. But it becomes a reminder that life is only skin deep, and as a woman, I feel the pressure of society’s constructs of time and development. 
 
Feeling that I should find a husband, be at a particular benchmark in my career… but honestly, I’m still as confused and unsure as I was when I was 15. 
 
Okay, I’m happy to say that’s not totally true. I’ve learned a lot about myself since then, but people say you never really develop past your teens. I wonder if that’s true?
 
Any way, I took this shit from that bitch’s closet. Hope someone out there likes it more than I did Monica.